Lord Of Martial Arts

Everyone present was taken aback by Darren's provocative actions.

"You... You dared to hit me?" Karl gaped at Darren with a stunned expression. 'He really slapped me with William around?' he wondered in disbelief.

William clenched his fists as he looked at Karl with a grim expression. He couldn't believe that Darren slapped his brother in public. It was humiliating.

"William, I need you to kill him," Karl demanded, his face getting red with anger. The next minute, he broke out crying. Everyone who was not directly involved was amused, to say the least.

The next thing Karl knew, Darren's palm was getting nearer and nearer his face again. The sound of flesh hitting another flesh cut through the air, ringing in people's ears.

William watched his brother get slapped once again. Hot, fiery fury filled his chest, and he could only think of one thing.

"You're dead," William said darkly, glaring at Darren.

"What are you doing?" Several disciples in purple went up to them.

"Look, the people from the Discipline Cabinet are here."

The crowd moved aside to make way for those who wore purple clothes, parting like the red sea.

"Who started all of this?" one from the Discipline Cabinet asked, giving Darren a glance.

"Sir, that brat hit my brother," William replied instantly in a humble manner.

"Humph. So you're the one who stirred up trouble here. Guys, drag him away and teach him a hard lesson!" that disciple ordered, his eyes hard and cold.

"Wait!" Darren exclaimed frantically, pointing at Jimmy with visibly trembling fingers. "You want me to be punished because I slapped that jerk, but what about the guy who beat up Jimmy? Shouldn't he get some punishment, too?"

"Oh?" The disciple of the Discipline Cabinet looked to where Darren was pointing at and saw Jimmy crumpled in a heap on the floor and heavily injured. Furrowing his eyebrows, he asked, "Who did this?"

According to the sect rule, anyone who committed violence against a fellow sect member like this would b

mly, he said, "Thomas, you haven't changed at all. You're still short-tempered. I just came to figure out what was going on here. Now that you are interested, I'll leave this to you."

"Alan, we both know what's going on here, and it seems to me that you're pushing your luck too hard. To weaken my strength, you sent people to set up my talented disciple of the Black Degree. Sooner or later, this will all come back and bite you. I will make you pay the price one day," Thomas said slowly, stressing each syllable.

Alan smiled coldly as he responded, "Do you have any proof, Thomas? It amuses me how daring you can be sometimes. I suggest you refrain from saying anything unless you have something backing you up. You can't frame me just like that."

"Like a snake slithering his way out, your words are as slippery as your innocence. You know what you have done!" Thomas exclaimed gazing pointedly at Alan before turning to Darren.

"Why are you still standing here? Get your ass back to Sword Mountain. Are you still trying to make a scene here?" he said acidly, leering at Darren who was breathing heavily.

Darren remained standing.

"Elder Thomas, please help Jimmy," Darren pleaded after a few moments.

"He is from the School of Boxing Skill. He has nothing to do with me, so why would I do that?" Thomas responded matter-of-factly.